[center][h3][color=lightblue] Alekis[/color][/h3] [i]Location - Park Mentions - [@Letmehaveone2][/i][/center] "I see, so it does come in handy. I have a few spells that do the same, but only for a short amount of time but there's no mind reading." Alekis began to lead the way to the closest coffee shop. "Nice to meet you, and you too Price." He smiled at both of them. "It would have been funny to see a real sparkling vampire." He laughed a bit before Spots tugged on the leash, which made him stumble a bit. Alekis cleared his throat and began to walk faster to keep the dogs entertained. [center]_________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center] [center][h3][color=teal]Aurora[/color][/h3] [i]Location - Bookstore Mentions - [@Letmehaveone2][/i][/center] "Now I really want to summon a demon." [i]To law out your eyes and maybe now you'll feel what it feels to be blind and be told: "Over there."[/i] Aurora thought with a roll of her eyes and followed his voice over. How was he upset that she had to clarify that she was blind? Was the white cane not enough? The mention of braille books? The fact her eyes were almost covered in milky white color? It didn't matter anymore, all she wanted to do was buy her book and Alekis' journal and leave this stupid bookstore. [center]_________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center] [center][h3][color=goldenrod]Marcus[/color][/h3] [i]Location - City Streets Mentions - [@EchoicChamber][/i][/center] Marcus took the vial happily and rubbed some of the oil under his nose. The smell of mint was so overbearing that he lost most of the smell of death coming from Esperanza. He gave an approving hum and handed the smaller girl the vial back. He would have to go around Downtown and find something similar to use when his senses got too strong, or a dead animal was rotting in an alleyway. "Thank you," he said after taking a few more breaths of minty goodness. Marcus finally got a good look around the thing on her shoulders. It was horrible looking and something out of a bunch of nightmares that had a big orgy and had that thing. It was also not the worst Marcus had seen. In the past, Aurora had summoned a demon from the whatever-number Hells. He couldn't describe it without having the urge to scream all over again and beg her to send it back from whatever world it had come to. Of course, Aurora didn't listen and said that it was there to clean her room while she showered. A whole thirty minutes Marus had to be with that horrifying thing in his house as it went about cleaning and folding clothes while his sister showered in the other room. She was lucky she couldn't see them-- or smell them-- like he could. "Chupacabra? He looks nothing like one, but there again their probably not real." Marcus' father had told him stories about that monster when he was little. Aurora hadn't been around yet, but when she told him, she tried to summon a thing like it. Nothing had appeared, and that made Marcus feel better. Sure, he was a grown man but hearing stories about Chupacabras while you're a little kid is scaring. His father would always threaten him with that monster when he would ever misbehave, and that was very often. "Chu sounds like a cute name for such a weird looking creature." He leaned in closer, no longer bothered by the smell, and examined the thing. "If you're looking for a temporary place to stay you can crash it with my sister and me. She's like you. She can summon weird smelly things too." Marcus wrinkled his nose a bit. "I bet you two would get along with that in common. Anyway, I can show you around and take you to a few hotels with a good rating if you don't feel comfortable staying with us. I know it's creepy for a guy to offer a stranger a place to crash a few minutes after meeting them, but you seem cool with the strange, and I could use some more of that oil while I look for one of my own. Oh! And I can show you around while you look for a place of your own. Do you have money too? And where are you from? Your accent sounds like my dad's when he tries to speak English, but I don't want to assume that you're from Costa Rica too."